| I was the vision myself, I had to fend for myself
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| I get the green like it’s kelp, I put that shit in the pal
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| Make sure my mama do well, all of my bitches do well
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| All of my bitches do well, my bitches shine like jewels
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| I get that cash through the wire
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| I make em plays on the sell
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| I free my sister out cell
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| I got that check through the mail
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| Dude was a jumbo or giant
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| Whippin' that paint, Jumbalaya
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| I held Jehovah, the spell
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| I put that bitch on the trail
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| Poor Bobby smoking the finest
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| Running the game like a tyrant
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| Winter still bringing you hell
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| I did some dirt with the clique
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| Went and got cliqued by myself
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| Couldn’t belittle myself, couldn’t be all weak as hell
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| I just be weary as selves, I had to fend for myself
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| Had to get low like the jail pose
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| Check review then lose the tail, bro
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| I would skip over the hell hole
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| I had the vision myself
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| They clouded me at a standstill
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| I picked up a penny and left
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| I picked up the clip with a step
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| Send you a current event
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| Everything we in the midst of
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| How long you waiving the rent?
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| Moratorium extendo
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| I’m just evading the pit
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| Ain’t no parading the tent
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| Fuck out my face with syringe
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| Fixing my face, feigning interest
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| Lone all my patience get thin
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| Everything he say, I missed it
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| Can’t believe you get paid for this shit
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| Whatever, stock up the shells
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| Niggas thinking that they figured it out
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| Hit the lab, whip up a cell
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| They itching for it, I seen it’s been a drought
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| I hear the tone of the bell
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| Tried to atone with a prayer
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| Know the tone never tell
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| You gon' see when you get there, uh |